The Oliversons
Sunday, September 25, 2011
A's First...
Thursday, September 22, 2011
My big boy...
...took his first BIG BOY STEPS!! I wish I had a picture (or video) of it. It was so cute though, the first time, he walked from me to S on the kitchen floor. Then the second time a few minutes later in the bedroom, I was holding his hands as he jumped up and down, then he let go and walk/jumped to S. It. Was. AWESOME!
I'm so proud of my little man. Now, I have to go baby proof my house. Uh oh!!
I'm so proud of my little man. Now, I have to go baby proof my house. Uh oh!!
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
A Updates...
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| My Sleepy little man! I love that he sleeps with his butt in the air now. So silly. |
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| The laundry basket keeps him contained. Best. Invention. EVER! |
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| He LOVES being outside!! |
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| A loves our fish tank! "Fish" is one of the words he signs now! Its so cute. |
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| At the airport, about to meet Uncle Bill for the first time! |
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| He didn't like it too much. But now, he loves Uncle Bill! |
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| Started to pull himself up to stand next to the furniture. So big! |
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| With Grandma and Grandpa at the airport...waiting. |
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| He LOVES this monkey!! He drags it all over our apartment. Sleeps with it. Snuggles it in the car... Takes it EVERYWHERE! |
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| Our little tiger at the zoo! |
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| Such a little ham. I love this boy! |
Saturday, September 17, 2011
First 5K!
Woo hoo! I ran my first 5K earlier this morning. It. Was. Exhilarating!
Last night I had at least two dreams about my upcoming race.
1. I was at the park where the race was to start and my parents, S, and A were all there with me to cheer me on. With about 10 minutes left till the start of the race, I look down, and I'm wearing a long black dress with flip flops! AH! I had to run back home and change clothes, and by the time I could get back to the park...it was over. :( Then I woke up.
2. I was at the park and when the race started, I watched it on TV (at the park) while I ran in place. When I got tired of running in place, I ran to our apartment and back. When the racers where getting back to the park , I let 10-15 through the finish line, then followed them on through. Ridiculous. I know.
Needless to say, I was nervous when I woke up this morning. Nauseated and shaking. That was me. As I got A and I ready, I called S on the phone (who would be getting off of work 1/2 an hour before my race started). He calmed and reassured my nerves a bit, but I still couldn't help but jog to the park rather than just taking it easy and walking. (I had to pound those nerves out somehow.)
S got the park soon after I did so he could watch A while I ran. What a lifesaver. Both to have him there period, and that he took care of A so I didn't have to push the stroller along as I ran. It was great!
They called the runners to the start line, I kissed S and walked over. We had 2 minutes until go-time, so S snapped a few pictures...
Ready, Set, GO! I was in the middle of the group, but of course I fell back at bit as the group stretched out based on fitness level. The first mile marker that I saw drove me crazy because I did NOT want to think about how much I had left. But remarkably, I felt good. I wasn't tired yet. Achy a bit in the legs, but not bad at all.
I can do this. I can finish this race is what I thought to myself as I passed each mile marker. Then, it started raining. Cold, icy, refreshing, wonderful rain. That was at about 20 min into the run. Its just what I needed to cool off, and go a little faster. Heavenly Father really does know me. I said a Thank you prayer in my head at that point.
The only hint of how long I was taking was when I passed two runners and the man asked the girl how much time had passed. 25 min. Only 25 minutes? Wow! This isn't too bad. About 2 minutes later I passed an aide station and the woman there cheered me on and said I only had 1.2 miles to go. YIPPEEE!
At that point, I decided to enjoy the scenery around me. Mountains. Beautiful sky. Historical buildings. The Temple only a block away and very visible. Passing the old LDS Logan Tabernacle. Gorgeous. Only two women passed me in my last 1.5 miles. I thought that was pretty decent...only 2 people. Then the image of Christine G (for those of you from the Ruston ward...you know her) 8 or 9 months pregnant and passing me made me run a bit faster. :)
As I rounded the last corner, I saw the 26th mile marker for the marathoners who would be running this same route a few hours later. Crazy people. Running 26.2 miles. Wait. I can do that...maybe by the time I'm 30. So that's my new goal. Work up to 26.2 miles. A whole marathon by the time I'm 30.
The cones leading to the finish line (which was really a huge balloonish arch) made my heart rate speed up. I can see the end!! I can do this. Oh look, there's S and A. Man, I love that guy. The sight of little A clapping his sweet little baby hands made my emotions go haywire.
44:58 is what I saw as I ran towards the finish line. 45 minutes on the dot is my time. Not great, but definitely faster than what I expected.
The best part? Knowing that I achieved a goal that I set for myself. And getting a hug and kiss from S who waited the whole 45 minutes for me to return to him. Gosh, I really love that man!
Last night I had at least two dreams about my upcoming race.
1. I was at the park where the race was to start and my parents, S, and A were all there with me to cheer me on. With about 10 minutes left till the start of the race, I look down, and I'm wearing a long black dress with flip flops! AH! I had to run back home and change clothes, and by the time I could get back to the park...it was over. :( Then I woke up.
2. I was at the park and when the race started, I watched it on TV (at the park) while I ran in place. When I got tired of running in place, I ran to our apartment and back. When the racers where getting back to the park , I let 10-15 through the finish line, then followed them on through. Ridiculous. I know.
Needless to say, I was nervous when I woke up this morning. Nauseated and shaking. That was me. As I got A and I ready, I called S on the phone (who would be getting off of work 1/2 an hour before my race started). He calmed and reassured my nerves a bit, but I still couldn't help but jog to the park rather than just taking it easy and walking. (I had to pound those nerves out somehow.)
S got the park soon after I did so he could watch A while I ran. What a lifesaver. Both to have him there period, and that he took care of A so I didn't have to push the stroller along as I ran. It was great!
They called the runners to the start line, I kissed S and walked over. We had 2 minutes until go-time, so S snapped a few pictures...
Ready, Set, GO! I was in the middle of the group, but of course I fell back at bit as the group stretched out based on fitness level. The first mile marker that I saw drove me crazy because I did NOT want to think about how much I had left. But remarkably, I felt good. I wasn't tired yet. Achy a bit in the legs, but not bad at all.
I can do this. I can finish this race is what I thought to myself as I passed each mile marker. Then, it started raining. Cold, icy, refreshing, wonderful rain. That was at about 20 min into the run. Its just what I needed to cool off, and go a little faster. Heavenly Father really does know me. I said a Thank you prayer in my head at that point.
The only hint of how long I was taking was when I passed two runners and the man asked the girl how much time had passed. 25 min. Only 25 minutes? Wow! This isn't too bad. About 2 minutes later I passed an aide station and the woman there cheered me on and said I only had 1.2 miles to go. YIPPEEE!
At that point, I decided to enjoy the scenery around me. Mountains. Beautiful sky. Historical buildings. The Temple only a block away and very visible. Passing the old LDS Logan Tabernacle. Gorgeous. Only two women passed me in my last 1.5 miles. I thought that was pretty decent...only 2 people. Then the image of Christine G (for those of you from the Ruston ward...you know her) 8 or 9 months pregnant and passing me made me run a bit faster. :)
As I rounded the last corner, I saw the 26th mile marker for the marathoners who would be running this same route a few hours later. Crazy people. Running 26.2 miles. Wait. I can do that...maybe by the time I'm 30. So that's my new goal. Work up to 26.2 miles. A whole marathon by the time I'm 30.
The cones leading to the finish line (which was really a huge balloonish arch) made my heart rate speed up. I can see the end!! I can do this. Oh look, there's S and A. Man, I love that guy. The sight of little A clapping his sweet little baby hands made my emotions go haywire.
44:58 is what I saw as I ran towards the finish line. 45 minutes on the dot is my time. Not great, but definitely faster than what I expected.
I finished. And I'm not last. I didn't puke or passout. Wipe your tears quick...S's coming. :)
I was crying again by the time I got to S.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
So overdo...
Wow! Its been about a year since I have blogged. Sorry family! I don't have long right now, because A is currently torturing my in-laws two new puppies. (Very tiny dogs...so cute!) Thank goodness for Uncle Bill for watching him and keeping the dogs safe from his baby agressivness.
So, A is nearing 10 months old now. I. Cant. Believe. It! It still feels like just last week we were in the hospital with him. (One of these days I will update you on how the labor and delivery went. I can't remember if I've blogged about it yet.) We've been doing sign language with A since he was like 4 months old...and at 9 months he finally signed back to us! (That whole hand control thing was a kicker.) He now signs, "All done," "More," "Fish," and can kindof sign "Mom." One day a couple weeks ago, he was trying to get into a trash bag in the kitchen and we signed (and said) "All done" to him. He quickly sign back to us "More"... that stinker.
A's upcoming birthday is getting me really excited! I want to have a little party and decorate the coolest cake in the world...(any suggestions?)
So, A is nearing 10 months old now. I. Cant. Believe. It! It still feels like just last week we were in the hospital with him. (One of these days I will update you on how the labor and delivery went. I can't remember if I've blogged about it yet.) We've been doing sign language with A since he was like 4 months old...and at 9 months he finally signed back to us! (That whole hand control thing was a kicker.) He now signs, "All done," "More," "Fish," and can kindof sign "Mom." One day a couple weeks ago, he was trying to get into a trash bag in the kitchen and we signed (and said) "All done" to him. He quickly sign back to us "More"... that stinker.
A's upcoming birthday is getting me really excited! I want to have a little party and decorate the coolest cake in the world...(any suggestions?)
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